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Roman Noir
02:19
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I’ve recomposed some semblance of life
from fragments - you’ll still find the cracks
full confession – I’m coming undone
in the shadows you only dream of the sun
flaw in all things
can’t be seen in the absence of light
flaw in all things
falls apart at the slightest touch
flaw in all things
can’t be seen in the absence of light
flaw in all things
after decades of living in the darkness
your eyes adjust
and hope begins to fade
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2. |
A Feast of Rats
01:05
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desperate attempt to escape again
the end result is failure
rats have come to feast again
flesh and blood are consecrated
scorching sun
bleaches the bone
I rot
desperate attempt to be well again
it always ends in failure
rats have come to breed again
accept the role and starve
scorching sun
bleaches the bone
I rot
a feast of rats
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3. |
Koshchei's Lament
02:07
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cold night like the others
can’t sleep in this hole
I’m locked in - I’m watching the rain
beat down on the asphalt
I can smell the streets
the shadows, they lengthen then wane
as the day breaks
the bleeding begins
Hell Awaits - as does the shame
the shame in knowing that this is beneath me
I’m crawling again and again
shut down, shut down
black out
pump and swallow that Mossberg
it runs like clockwork
so punch that card again
nothing good will ever come of this
won’t you let me lay in a yard of stone?
public hanging - a witness for the firing squad
audience for humiliation, complete with laughter and applause
shut down, shut down
black out
public hanging – a witness for the firing squad
audience for humiliation, complete with laughter and applause
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4. |
Less Than
01:34
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feel as though I’m collapsing
under the weight of this curse
surrounded by debris
the air is filled with smoke
yet, I see the apparitions
I fear that they’re delusions
still, I hear the whispers
“You’re less than nothing”
the world around me is collapsing
under the weight of my curse
sorting through debris
my hands are red with blood
I see the apparitions
they’re not delusions
still I hear the whispers
you’re less than
I feel as though I’m collapsing
under the weight of this curse
surrounded by debris
the air is filled with smoke
still, I see the apparitions – I know they’re not delusions
still, I hear the whispers – “you’re less than nothing”
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5. |
Necron 99
01:40
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watch me swing and watch me cease
your pleas are so rife with contradiction
asked for no mercy and no quarter is given
become the very thing that I hate
you know I’ve been stricken - the devils still plague me
not with flame, but with frost
words are like knives sharpened by forked tongues
cannot dismiss them as lies
soul has no memory, ghosts call it home
watch the foundations crack
under the weight of guilt and delusions
that I’m any better than this
devils still plague me
not with flame
burned by frost
words like knives are sharpened by forked tongues
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6. |
Open Hostility
01:47
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walking in a twilight world of pale grey skies
as I feast upon myself to sate this appetite
unholy initiate - God Murmur
commit this act of treason
only to learn
I’ll expire, in cold blood, without a sound – open hostility
the desired questions will go unanswered – open hostility
still I murmur
these trembling hands
crush this temple
I watch it burn
I commit this act of treason, watch it burn
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7. |
The Tholian Web
02:33
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haven’t the will to fight
sleep overpowers me
draw the shades - dim the lights
embrace this little death
hear the footfall in the halls
tapping at the door
I don’t dare make a sound
don’t breathe
sterile halls still smell of piss
I awake I’m forced to crawl
through that trench and the detritus
again I hold my breath
tick, tick - the pendulum swings
the doctor has heard it all
tick, tick - the pendulum swings
spare a moment for me
sterile halls still smell of piss
I awake I’m forced to crawl
Through that trench and the detritus
again I hold my breath
tick, tick - the pendulum swings
tick, tick - embrace this little death
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The Vestibule
02:45
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near consistent sublimation
fear and self-loathing
a grotesque presence glimpsed through the cracks in the walls
seen these hells in my sleep
tell myself they’re only dreams
dreams are binding - I know I’ll soon be dead
dreams are binding - I’ll soon be dead
I’ll burn in the void
unseen, unheard, unfeeling
then I’ll burn in the void
unseen, unheard, unfeeling
words of the flattened landscape fall from the lips of those who would see me dead
unending, eternal, sublimate
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9. |
Muta Scale
02:26
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racing through the narrative of my life
I find that everything and anything at all
will be driven into dust
dates of days I’d rather forget keep coming back
they only serve to further incriminate me
there is no scapegoat in sight
you know I’d fall to pieces
if it’s what you’d want to see
in my wake, a little blood in place of a cleansing breeze
so you’ll find me hanging
hanging on every word
so verbose, I’ve got enough rope
I feel the life start to leave me
I feel the lie start to bleed me
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10. |
Logical Conclusion
02:10
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I feel like I’ve been crossed out
unspoken – I’m undone
I feel like I should drop out
recede from everyone
medicate me
please erase me
bring it to an end
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take one look at what this bad man has done
you don’t have to fear me to know that I’ll hurt you
take one look at what this bad man has done
you don’t have to fear me, you know that I’ll kill you
cold tile crawl
a second chance is nothing short of a curse
this is just a footnote for a feeling
long time gone
this is just a footnote for a feeling
long since dead
spite myself just to prove you right
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12. |
Self Immolation Blues
01:57
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I’ve the sense of being alone
in this cold world
filled with people nothing like me
I know no one
perhaps it is the lie that exists
and I do not
on and on, this will never end
I won’t absolve
I refuse to heal
drop where I stand
dead – the sentiment
will not be exhumed
I’ve the sense of being alone
in this dead world
comprised of phantoms just like me
I trust no one
frozen stiff in terror
I dare not move to look
to see what I’ve become and what will be
when it’s all said and done
prescriptive right of passage, measured in milligrams
frozen stiff in terror
I dare not move to look
to see what I’ve become and what will be
when it’s all said and done
perhaps it is the lie that exists and I don’t.
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13. |
This Is Ceti Alpha Five
02:00
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I’ve been anathematized as a despoiler
seized and stripped, bound then burned to the ground
my cursed ashes are gathered and spread about my place of birth
never to be found
dear sir, would you kindly undo these straps?
I feel the need to leave this place
if my hands and feet are bound
I’ll be forced to use my teeth
would you kindly undo these straps?
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14. |
Old, Grey, Feral
05:00
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given in to what I cannot fight
hide beneath the fictions
create something I can tolerate
object of my derision
my insides are a Gordian knot
no relief from indecision
on sick days my mind races
I’m gone - I’ve never known me
no prayers, nowhere
no prayers for the dead
jigsawed pieces
blood and bone
I’ve never known me
I’ve never shown
punish me for who I am and the person I’ll never be
beneath the fictions
I cannot breathe
save for my last
but you’ll never see
the jigsawed pieces
blood and bone
I’ve never known me
I’ve never shown
beneath the fictions
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Persistent Aggressor Ohio
Taking cues from Slayer, Black Flag, Motorhead, Discharge, Negative Approach, Napalm Death, Celtic Frost, Cro-Mags and Nausea (NYC), PA understands that Hardcore-Punk and Metal have existed long before and will continue for some time to come. Rather, the band's goal is to create music that properly distills their influences, into something new, yet instantly recognizable and satisfying to them. ... more
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